Chapter 17
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The thick floor-to-ceiling curtains blocked out all the light and it was hard to tell whether it was day or night.
A loud ringtone sounded and Fu Zhou picked up the phone. Before he got out of bed, he looked at the sleeping boy with a blissful smile and kissed the corner of his eyes that were red and swollen from crying.
— — I love you.
Not long after he left, there was a strange mumbling sound in the quiet bedroom.
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The originally rosy face of the young man on the bed gradually turned pale. His shallow breathing began to disappear, and even his undulating chest calmed down. If one did not observe carefully, no one would even notice that this lively life had already disappeared.
Fu Zhou listened to his assistant's report without saying a word. Everything was unexpected, but it was natural.
Su Yang did not lie. He had only met Wen Xuning twice.
The first time was during a school performance, and he asked for an autograph like an ordinary fan. The second time was on the set, and he had cramps because of filming, and Wen Xuning took the initiative to lend him a coat.
Other than that, the two of them did not have any interactions.
Thinking of the boy's crying last night and explaining it over and over again, he let out a sigh of relief.
This time, it was his fault.
Putting away the phone, Fu Zhou turned and walked into the bedroom. Looking at the boy on the bed, he did not know how to face him.
Say sorry? Would it work? He knew better than anyone that once the damage was done, there was no way to undo it.
Even so, he still could not let go.
He sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his arms to hug the boy, but his movements suddenly froze. At that moment, his eyes flashed with overwhelming fear.
After a long time, he gradually calmed down and thought of the words Su Yang repeated last night.
— — You will regret it.
After a long time, he said softly, "Ah Yao, I regret it."
But the boy on the bed did not give him any response.
Fu Zhou lifted the blanket and crawled into bed. He hugged the boy on the bed tightly and then slowly closed his eyes.
It was as if he had become a statue. He did not speak, move, or have any expression. He only knew how to hug Su Yang foolishly. His arms tightened little by little, as if he could keep his beloved boy by doing this.
However, what had already passed away was destined to be unrecoverable.
No matter how powerful he was, no matter how deep his emotions were, this boy had never belonged to him.
He had lived for thirty years, and this was the first time his heart was moved, the first time he had such a strong obsession with a person, the first time he sincerely tried to please someone, but in the end, he still ended up in such a miserable state.
Why …
No matter how hard he tried, he could not figure it out.
Did he do something wrong?
Of course he was wrong!
He shouldn't have been jealous, shouldn't have been impulsive, and shouldn't have forced him.
But now, there was no turning back.
From then on, there was no more Su Yang in the world.
The boy who played the guitar, hummed a tune, and expressed his love for her, disappeared forever.
Fu Zhou felt as if there was an emptiness in his chest that disappeared along with Su Yang's departure.
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